I want it all

Shen Feiyun frowned tightly, not letting go for a moment.He was very worried and panicked at first, but later, he simply accepted it calmly.

If Qi Yuwen dies like this, he can't blame others.

Combining the words and deeds of Mo Wuya and Wu Hang, it is not his turn to avenge Qi Yuwen, because Mo Wuya is very likely to be poisoned by the profound fire like Wu Hang, even if he does not die in the decisive battle, he will not be able to survive. to tomorrow's sunrise.

When approaching the Bie Xue Winery, "Qi Yuwen" was almost judged dead in his heart.

Shen Feiyun prepared for the worst, his brows relaxed slowly, and his expression was quite peaceful and calm, not worried or anxious at all.

When "Qi Yuwen" died, he would at most be sad for a while; but if he didn't die, it would be worth his joy for a long time.

With this in mind, Shen Feiyun drove his horse towards the Biexue Restaurant, and in the long night, he saw the restaurant, the fence and the flag waving in the wind from afar.

"Call-"

Shen Feiyun grabbed the reins and got off the horse.

There was a person lying down two steps before him, and it seemed that it was Su Lang, so he stepped forward and turned the person over, and it turned out to be Su Lang.

Su Lang was lying on his stomach in the yellow sand, but was turned over, his face was covered with yellow sand.

Shen Feiyun didn't care too much, and directly stretched out his hand to hold Su Lang's neck, feeling the weak beating of the neck veins, as well as the seemingly absent body temperature of his fingertips.

He finally let go of his high-hanging heart.

"It's my last breath." Shen Feiyun couldn't help but smiled, and sighed, "It's not worth dying for you. I'll save you if you meet me."

After finishing speaking, he picked him up horizontally, got on his horse again, and galloped towards Bie Xue wine shop.

Presumably, Mo Wuya wanted to fight Su Lang alone and dismissed the disciples early, so there was no one here, and there was no light at all.

There is only a crescent moon dimly visible among the clouds, and it is about to dissipate in the second half of the night. The starlight is even more dim, and two or three grains are dotted in the dark sky.

Shen Feiyun couldn't see clearly, he only knew that the condition of the person in his arms was very bad, if he stayed in the night for a while, this person might die.

In front of the Bie Xue Winery, he tied the horse to the flagpole, stepped on the red silk, and prepared to enter.

Walking about a foot in front of the door, he saw the body of a person separated, he leaned over to examine it carefully, and confirmed that the dead person was Mo Wuya.

"What a powerful sword..."

The sword mark on Shen Feiyun's neck couldn't help admiring, and then felt a little uncomfortable, so he pushed the door and entered without looking at the corpse.

The Rakshasa on the wall had a flint in his mouth. He took off the flint, lit the candle, and then, holding the candle in his hand, he walked towards the guest bedroom according to the cracking method he learned from Mo Wuya.

He casually pushed into a bedroom, put Su Lang on the bed, then lit the candles in the room, took another oil lamp and placed it on the low table beside the bed.

"It's too tragic." Shen Feiyun sighed heavily.

Under the light, Su Lang's situation can be clearly seen.

His white clothes were stained with blood, and he rolled in the yellow sand, his body covered in sand.Although there were no scratches on his face, it was still bloody and dirty.

Shen Feiyun reached out again, and gently pinched the opponent's neck. This time, the pulse in the neck was very weak, almost non-existent.

"Maybe I can live." Shen Feiyun took out a Yunling Pill from his bosom, "Life and death are destiny, I don't want to see you die in front of my eyes, so I give you the panacea, you must not disappoint my expectations .”

After speaking, he stuffed the Yunling Pill into the opponent's mouth.

The pill melted as soon as he took it in, and soon flowed into Su Lang's stomach.

Not long after, Su Lang coughed twice, vomited a mouthful of blood, and called softly: "Shen... Feiyun... Shen..."

Shen Feiyun's heart tightened, fearing that he had heard it wrong, so he lowered his head and listened, and he heard Su Lang calling him intermittently.

"I'm here." He patted Su Lang on the shoulder, "You are not dead yet, if you are determined, you are willing to struggle to survive. With me here, I am afraid that it is difficult to die."

"Shen Feiyun..."

"Shen..."

Su Lang kept shouting, but his voice was slightly hoarse, as if before he could speak, it sank into his throat.This time he didn't pretend anymore, he used his own voice, because it was too soft to distinguish whose voice it was.

"Be patient." Shen Feiyun said lightly, and after finishing speaking, he shook his head, stopped talking nonsense, and directly took off Su Lang's clothes.

Su Lang's body was almost shattered, covered with wounds from whips and swords, but his armpits and between his legs were still fresh.

The scars had already scabbed over, sticking to the bloody clothes. When the clothes were taken off, Su Lang suffered as much as skinning.

Su Lang was in so much pain that he almost wanted to die.But Yunling Pill forcibly boosted his Qi and gathered his soul, even if he fainted from the pain, it would be difficult for him to do so.

He still didn't want to die, so he gritted his teeth and called out Shen Feiyun's name.

Shen Feiyun felt a headache after hearing this, and murmured to himself: "Shouting so fiercely, I don't know where I offended you. You don't forget to think about me in such a situation. It's a great honor for Shen."

Said, laughing at himself.

After thinking about it, he really had nothing to offend the other party, so he concentrated on treating the other party carefully.

After peeling off the bloody clothes, Su Lang's hard-fought scabbed scars cracked again, bleeding continuously, Shen Feiyun was shocked to see.

"I clearly clicked on the acupoints to stop the bleeding..."

Shen Feiyun didn't know that in order to avoid Mo Wuya's acupoints, Su Lang had already relocated the acupoints, and because of the exhaustion of internal energy, he had no strength to change them back, so the acupoints he ordered for hemostasis were inaccurate.

Shen Feiyun looked very serious, his brows were tightly knit.

Seeing Su Lang bleed like this, he realized that such a thin person can bleed so much blood, and he is afraid that if he continues to let it go like this, he will die alive.

He stretched out his hand to tap the acupuncture points again, and after careful consideration, he finally tapped the acupuncture points several times, and finally stopped the bleeding.

Shen Feiyun took out the snowflake jade dew ointment from his bosom, and was not stingy at all, and applied half of the bottle on Su Lang's body, leaving the other half for the next use.

Snowflake Jade Dew Ointment was created by Xu Qingyun, it promotes muscle and blood circulation, and just a little bit has a miraculous effect on fatal injuries.Now that half a bottle has gone down, one can imagine how badly Su Lang was injured.

But when he painted a certain place, he stopped suddenly, clenched his teeth, mist formed in his eyes, and his chest was as heavy as if blocked by a boulder.

"Su Lang... Su Lang! Su Lang!"

"Su Lang, I hate you!"

There was a red maple-like mole in the gap. He didn't believe that there was another person with this mark in the world, except Su Lang.

"How can there be such a hateful person like you?" Shen Feiyun seemed to be asking Su Lang, but also asked himself, although there was infinite hatred in his heart, the movements of his hands were more swift and cautious.

"If you die, you want me...I..."

As Shen Feiyun was talking, there was no more to say, and he lost his voice for a while, not to mention mixed feelings in his heart, even if there were a hundred kinds of feelings.

So, it's no wonder that when we met in Hanniang's tavern, he greeted him warmly, but Su Lang just said calmly, "Are you always like this?"

No wonder he set off to Mobei. In the carriage, the other party would ask him whether he liked Su Lang or Mo Tingfeng more. No wonder he cared about this matter.

Because in Shen Feiyun's eyes, the person he made friends with was Qi Yuwen, but Su Lang resented him making friends easily, presumably for fun.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help recalling the time of parting, Su Lang said to him - if you fall in love again, I will definitely not forgive you, I will lock you up and trap you, only I can see it.

Such a strong desire for monopoly.

So far, everything has become smooth.

After Shen Feiyun applied the ointment, he couldn't help but gently kissed Su Lang's nose. Even though he touched his mouth with mud, sand and blood, he still had no complaints or regrets, and loved it as much as he wanted.

"Su Lang, what should I do with you?"

Lips and teeth met, this sigh-like, hateful inquiry disappeared from his lips inadvertently.

Shen Feiyun lay on the bed, supported Su Lang's armpits, and lifted him up, for fear that the other party would touch the quilt and clothes before the scabs formed, and endure the pain of peeling the skin again.

"You're so hated." Shen Feiyun transported internal energy to dispel the cold and healed people, while complaining, "Liar, lunatic... Seeing you in such a miserable state, don't I care about it? Just know."

After the scars on Su Lang's body scabbed over, Shen Feiyun carefully placed him on the bed, gently tucked in the corners of the quilt, resigned himself to fetching water, boiled it, and wiped it clean for him.

Where did Shen Feiyun ever do such a thing? He worked in the kitchen for a long time and almost burned all his valuable clothes, before he brought hot water into the house.

He wrung Supa dry and wiped Su Lang's face carefully.

"Not as good-looking as you." Shen Feiyun said in detail.

Su Lang held Qi Yuwen's refined face, if it was said that this face was not as good as Su Lang's original appearance, it shouldn't be possible, because Shen Feiyun had selfishness in his heart, so he was partial.

Shen Feiyun pulled out Su Lang's left hand, intending to wipe his palm.

Su Lang clenched his fists tightly, no matter how hard Shen Feiyun tried, he would not let go.

Shen Feiyun could only use his internal strength to forcefully break it open, only to see a Supa wrapped around his palm, which was made of Tianshan ice silk, and the other party got it from him that day.

"Shen Feiyun..."

Su Lang seemed to sense that Supa had left his hand, and he was already uneasy, but now his expression became more and more painful, and he frowned and shed tears.

Shen Feiyun was speechless again, and leaned forward, kissing away the tears from the corners of each other's eyes, with only one thought in mind.

—He misses me.

——At the time of life and death, he still misses me, and only me.

Before he had time to think about it, the mournful suona sound came from far and near.

The Holy Fire Cultists chased after them.

Shen Feiyun said "wait for me" in Su Lang's ear, then got up and walked outside.

He was holding a candlestick and standing at the door, the white light shone on the red silk at the door, and he finally saw Mo Wuya's miserable state clearly.

Su Lang's strikes were ruthless and quick, just like Su Yufeng killed Mi Le with a soft sword, Mo Wuya also died extremely fast, judging from the marks on the sword, his head probably fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The sound of the suona became louder and louder, and when Shen Feiyun finished looking at Mo Wuya's body, the sorrow and joy seemed to be in his ears.

The red-clothed believers are mighty, coming from a distance.There are 17 people in the front, and every eight people carry two coffins, and one person leads the way. Behind the coffin is a suona musician.

In the second half of the night, the crescent moon has dissipated and the stars are dimmed.But the densely packed people in the yellow sand formed a vast black shadow, gathering like ants, which was clearly visible even in the vast darkness of night.

Shen Feiyun thought to himself that if the disciples wanted to avenge Mo Wuya, he and Su Lang would not be able to deal with it at all, so they could only smile wryly.

Being able to die with Su Lang was perhaps the greatest consolation of his trip.

"What is all this for?" He couldn't help but sigh, watching the Holy Fire Cultist approaching the Biexue Winery.

It didn't take long for the believer to step on the red silk leading to the wine shop and walk towards him.

The author has something to say: There is not much time left for Shen Feiyun to be sad.